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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jorvice Clayshawn Lee
Songwriter
Iniko
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Lyrics
All intentions to be the best rapper
Give E for effort to all my x factors
Fuck competition I'm on my next chapter
Whooping their sweet candy asses I'll eat the rest after
I'm here for glory, don't want your sex bitch
It's funny, your hunny look like my ex bitch
I come for the money, now where my check bitch
Fly to death my funeral on a jet bitch
Pay me respect or off with your neck
I follow my calling call and collect
It's all in the wrist pardon the flex
Came with the set, just know that all of us set nigga
A young nigga not worried bout where the hoes at
South side got em poppin' up like a prozac
I'm fully equipped my nigga just know that
You don't want no smoke, no jokes, and no ats
Fuck an honerable mention, I need the benjis
Rollie watches, tooly whop, and the benzes
Money gang, a diamond chain, and the pensions
I must say that all this shit is pretentious
I'm seeing that all these niggas dependant on pendants
No pimp shit you been limp
I watched all these niggas with it, now it's time to get it
She say she wanna vibe with a nigga
I'm like cool, let's get it
She say she wanna slide with a nigga
I'm like cool, let's get it
They say they down to ride with a nigga
I'm like fuck it, let's get it
Let's get it
Let's get it
Gotta make em bounce
Gotta make em bounce
Let's go
Gotta make em bounce
Gotta make em bounce
Let's go
Gotta make em bounce
Gotta make em bounce
Let's go
Let's get it
Let's get it
Imma say this one time only
Dope got the glow women think the sunshine on me
Scope on the pole living like I'm one eye tony
Don't want the hoe, but she trynna unwind on me
I told that bitch get back, get back gimme fifthy feet
Me and Izzy be young ghetto boys no willy b
I got plenty weed I smoke more than chimney and these niggas be thinking they better
My nigga please
Better sit your ass down cause that won't work
Nigga you's a class clown do your homework
Study my flows and maybe write a strong verse
Cause jumping the gun will lead you in a long herse
And bumping your gums 'll have you with a lump in your throat
Man I'm so fucking hip hop they think I'm jumping some rope
I spent the whole summer trynna make the company grow
But I ain't stopping I just hit a couple bumps in the road
And now my mama trynna tell me that life is more than bitches
But if rap don't work then I might resort to pimpin'
Niggas be on bullshit like Michael Jordan, Pippen
Always trynna do it big, but they microorganisms Gahdamn
She say she wanna vibe with a nigga
I'm like cool, let's get it
She say she wanna slide with a nigga
I'm like cool, let's get it
They say they down to ride with a nigga
I'm like fuck it, let's get it
Let's get it
Let's get it
Gotta make em bounce
Gotta make em bounce
Let's go
Gotta make em bounce
Gotta make em bounce
Let's go
Gotta make em bounce
Gotta make em bounce
Let's go
Let's get it
Let's get it
Gah damn this ish slap
Woo, sumth to ride to na baby
Man
Lemme take the wheel
Ask me what's the deal
Imma tell you what's real
I don't do this for the skill
I do this for the ones trynna make it out the villes
They trynna make a meal
Shawty wanna dance
Just chill
Dance
Chill just chill
Man look
Kinda got a ring to it
Changing up the game and I'm bout to bring change through it
Screaming fuck the fame to it
Now they know my name shit'll never be the same to it
Shit'll never be the same to it
Writer(s): Jorvice Lee
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